cold mountain frightened bird

You don't have a name, only a code name.

From today, you are a frightened bird.

A frightened bird dies in ease.

You are just one of thousands of forest birds.

Never forget the admonition.

Never forget the mission.

Only forget yourself.

On the day of the winter solstice, the snow fell very heavily, as if to bury everything.

In the 29th year of the Republic of China, a tailor shop opened in Harbin, and the owner was Wen Hanshen.

The Baza Market on South Sixteenth Street has always been very lively, with a mixed bag of fish and dragons from all walks of life. Except for the limited supply of rice, matches, oil and salt, you can buy everything here. There is a warm and cold tailor shop on the corner of the street.

"Morning, Boss Wen."

The shopkeeper Qian from the opposite shop opened for business, and the clerk was spreading water and sweeping the floor in the shop. When he saw Wen Hanshen, he smiled and nodded.

With a deep smile, Wen Han also nodded.

Today is the day to go to the material shop to pick up the goods. The woolen clothes I ordered last week have arrived, and I have to go to Huayuan Street to pick up the materials.

Although Baza City has a complex population, they are all ordinary people, and their families are connected, so the neighbors in the village are very friendly.Wen Hanshen walked from the shop to the material shop, and along the way, people greeted him from time to time, and he never idled for a moment.

"Boss Feng."

Wen Hanshen walked into the material shop, and the boss surnamed Feng was counting, and when he saw him, he greeted him with a smile.

"Here you come. I'm lighting it right now. Check the count."

Boss Feng's materials have always been of high quality, and they are innocent.Wen Han nodded with a deep smile, put down his tailoring box, and walked over.

"This batch of materials is imported from Shanghai. It was transferred from Shanghai to here through Chongqing."

Wen Han touched it deeply, and said with a smile: "It's really a good material....The cotton cloth last time was also good. A colleague of mine from Taiyuan asked me to ask Boss Feng if there is any stock."

"Let me take a look." Boss Feng put on his reading glasses, flipped through the account, and looked up with a smile: "There are still a few horses. Is your friend here to pick it up? Or should I ship it to him?"

"He'll get it himself. I'll send him a telegram later."

Boss Feng nodded.

Wen Hanshen paid the money, took a few rolls of samples and called a rickshaw and left. Boss Feng asked the staff to count the materials and deliver them to him in the evening.

After everything was done, it was already past noon, so he bought a bowl of noodles at a stall and went to Huayuan Street.

Huayuan Street is much more elegant than Baza City. Harbin’s upper classes, foreigners, and military officers live here. Villas and gardens are scattered here and there, and green pines and cypresses are interlaced. Even in late autumn, it is still a thick green.

After turning a few street corners, a mansion with a garden is in front of us, and the small sign says Lin's Mansion.

The sentry stood in front of the Lin Mansion, seeing someone coming to the door, he looked after Wen Hanshen with a cold face, and asked, "Where is it? What's the matter?"

Wen Hanshen bowed, and said in a harmonious voice, "Wen Hanshen. I came here to measure the third lady of your residence."

The captain of the sentry squad who was in charge made a call to the mansion, then waved Wen Han deeply and let him enter the gate.

The Lin Mansion is the residence of Lin Shouming, the deputy director of the Guidance Department of Local Self-Government of the Puppet Manchukuo. The third daughter of the Lin family, Lin Mengtang, is the only daughter of the Lin family. Hired a tailor to make clothes to measure.

Wen Hanshen followed the old servant into the living room.In the living room, Lin Mengtang was talking with her two sister-in-laws. When she saw the tailor coming, she stopped laughing and looked around.

"You are Mr. Wen?" Lin Mengtang asked in disbelief.

Her second sister-in-law laughed, "Mengtang, how are you? Second sister-in-law is right, she is no worse than your foreign classmates."

Lin Mengtang looked at Wen Hanshen carefully, it's not that she has never seen a good-looking man, but the young tailor in front of her really surprised her, or it should be said that in Lin Mengtang's mind, a good tailor must not be a young man, a good hand is equal to a young man. For many years, she has seen this in foreign countries.

Early in the morning, I heard my sisters-in-law mentioned this master tailor named Wen, and they all praised him for something. He was handsome, gentle, polite, and good at his hand. At first, Lin Mengtang didn't believe it, but when she saw the real person, she couldn't believe it. It's a bit of a letter.

"Mr. Wen's craftsmanship is the best in the entire ice city. How many ladies and wives are looking for him to make clothes."

Wen Hanshen looked a little embarrassed, he was not good at dealing with these ladies.

"Yo, who is so good, let our second sister-in-law praise me so much."

Lin Mengtang greeted him with a smile, wiped his body, Wen Hanshen also turned to look at the source of the laughter.A figure came in from outside the living room, holding a bouquet of fiery red roses in his hands, he saluted a gentleman to Lin Mengtang, and delivered the flowers to her.

The living room became more lively because of his presence.

"Shuwei, you are here, Gang Mengtang is still asking you."

Lin Mengtang tugged at her sister-in-law's sleeve coquettishly, then turned around shyly and walked aside.

Zhou Shuwei followed with a smile, "My good classmate, why did you become shy after returning home?"

Wen Hanshen, a tailor, couldn't be in a hurry to ask the owner when the body would be measured, so he waited aside, when Lin Mengtang's sister-in-law saw it and said, "Look at you, when the excitement comes, forget about the business and let people Mr. Wen is waiting."

"Oh, look at me." The second sister-in-law clapped her hands, hurriedly moved Wen Hanshen to the sofa, and urged Lin Mengtang to get a body.

Wen Hanshen put down the tailoring box, took out a tape measure from inside, and measured Lin Mengtang's body.Zhou Shuwei sat on the sofa and watched them for a while, then casually picked up a book thrown on the coffee table and flipped through it.

The two sisters-in-law were sitting on the side talking, and the servants came to order some tea and snacks from time to time.

Lin Mengtang saw that Wen Hanshen's body was measured very carefully, but unlike those old masters, he took notes while measuring and asked, "Mr. Wen's body measurement, don't you want to write it down?"

Wen Han smiled deeply, and replied: "I have written it all down."

Lin Mengtang began to look at the young tailor with admiring eyes. He was wearing a khaki suit. Although it didn't look expensive, it fit very well, and it could be seen that the workmanship was fine.

"Mr. Wen made his suit by himself?"

Wen Han nodded deeply, "Third Miss is laughing at thick needles and heavy threads." As he spoke, he picked up the material samples he brought and showed Lin Mengtang one by one.

"Shuwei, you also have a measure and ask Mr. Wen to make you a suit. I'll give it to you." Lin Mengtang turned to Zhou Shuwei who was reading a book.

Zhou Shuwei raised his head and smiled, "Miss Lin San gave it, of course I have to accept it."

"Miss San, do you like this piece of material?"

Lin Mengtang looked at the woolen fabric Wen Hanshen chose, the light gray with the rouge dark grid, it looked elegant and rigid, as expected the young master had a different vision, so he nodded in satisfaction.

After measuring for Lin Mengtang, Wen Hanshen began to measure Zhou Shuwei's body, while Zhou Shuwei was joking with Lin Mengtang, Wen Hanshen gestured at the length of his shoulders and arms, and measured carefully. After measuring his body, Wen Hanshen also chose a piece of fabric for Zhou Shuwei, both Lin Mengtang and Zhou Shuwei were very satisfied .

"Then I'll go back first. Ten days later, I'll bring the clothes to Miss San and Mr. Zhou to try on."

The two sisters-in-law exchanged a few words with Wen Hanshen, and then they sent him out of the house.

Until the evening, Zhou Shuwei and Lin Mengtang were still chatting. The classmates who hadn't seen each other for three or four years seemed to have endless things to say when they met. The two sisters-in-law of the Lin family saw their enthusiasm and liked it very much up.

The Lin family is one of the best military and political families in Harbin, and the Zhou family is an important member of the Nanjing government. If this marriage is completed, everyone will be happy.

The book on Zhou Shuwei's lap accidentally dropped on the carpet. When he picked it up, he found a soft ruler. "Isn't this Mr. Wen's?"

Lin Mengtang saw that it was really warm and cold. It seemed that he accidentally dropped it when he left.

"It's getting late, I should go too. By the way, I'll send it to him." Zhou Shuwei said and stood up.

"It's just a soft ruler. Do you need your Eldest Master Zhou to deliver it in person?" Lin Mengtang was a little displeased. He wanted to stay with him for dinner, but he said that he had just arrived in Harbin and hadn't packed his luggage, so he had to go back to the mansion and come back tomorrow night to formally I met Lin Shouming.

"It's a guy who makes a living, so I'll drop by and give it away. I just happened to go to his store to have a look. I'm still a little dissatisfied with the material just now."

Lin Mengtang laughed now, and said angrily, "I knew you were picky. Go ahead, don't turn around and say that I gave you a suit, you still don't like the material."

After resigning from Lin Mengtang, Zhou Shuwei took a look at the address that his second sister-in-law got, and drove to Baza City.

The sun set very early in Harbin in late autumn, Zhou Shuwei parked his car on the side of the street and walked into the streets of Baza City.This place is completely different from the garden, noisy and chaotic, people splashing water outside the door by the roadside, people spitting casually at the stalls, children running around, and tough women who are cursing.

There was a blurred signboard on the door, and the lights in the room were reflected through the lychee-faced glass. It was warm, Zhou Shuwei pushed the door and walked in, and closed the originally empty door tightly.

The furnishings in the room are simple, the sewing table is covered with woolen material, and the thread is drawn on it, and there is a sewing button box and a pair of glasses on the corner table.

Wen Han opened the curtain deeply, and walked out from the back room, wearing a gray tweed vest, a white shirt, and navy blue sleeves, just like a tailor.

Before he could speak hastily, Zhou Shuwei stretched out his hand and pushed him into the back room. The door curtain fell suddenly, and the room was silent.

The tight chest can feel the heartbeat of the other party.Embracing this warm body tightly, feeling his heartbeat, Zhou Shuwei frowned, tears welled up in his eyes, choked up in his throat, and his throat hurt.

Wen Han was patted lightly on the back a few times to show his comfort, Wen Hanshen showed a faint smile, and his eyes were also red.

"Xiao Meng."

Zhou Shuwei repeated the words in a soft, almost inaudible voice.

A matter of life and death is insignificant in the face of war.

I didn't choose fate, fate chose me.

I have not had time to think about my family, country, and beliefs, but I have to pay for them.

I'm just one of thousands of forest birds.

A frightened bird can die, but a cold mountain will not move.

The moment Lin Fu saw Wen Hanshen, Zhou Shuwei's heartbeat almost stopped, but he restrained himself very well, and he did not lose his composure.He tried his best not to let his eyes fall on Wen Hanshen, otherwise he didn't know if he would hug him desperately like now.

On the night two years ago, with the explosion that resounded through Hankou, and the fire that scorched the night sky, his heart almost died that night.

It was a thrilling night, all the plans were urgent, Zhou Shuwei waited anxiously at the train station, he must not be left behind in the final evacuation.

However, what was waiting was a secret order to go online. "A frightened bird can die, but a cold mountain will not move."

As a result, Meng Shiqiu became a frightened bird that was sacrificed.

On the train bound for Shanghai, Zhou Shuwei's mind went blank. The scorching fire reflected Meng Shiqiu's smile.

Zhou Shuwei once asked Meng Shiqiu, "Have you ever regretted it?"

"Passive people have no right to regret."

When Zhou Shuwei gave his life to his family, country and faith, he felt extremely proud.In the eyes of the world, he is the son of Committee Member Zhou in the Nanjing Wang puppet government. He is a traitor and traitor like his father, but he knows his beliefs and beliefs very well in his heart. He is the cold mountain of the Chongqing government.

In this seemingly smokeless battlefield, he is the unshakable Han Shan. His innate identity determines that he shoulders a heavy and arduous task. fact.

"Xiao Meng, tell me your real name, okay?" Zhou Shuwei didn't even know his real name.

He used to be a proud Whampoa student, but because he was favored by the military commander, there is no longer the original him in this world.

Alive, he could be anyone.Dead, he was nobody.He only has a code name, many code names, depending on the mission, he is just a consumable for war.

The training of military command agents has obliterated humanity and dignity, and destroyed all hope of expendables like him. Death may be a salvation.Assassination, lurking, there are only lies and roles in life.Tell the lie so that you believe it, and play the role as if you were the role.This is the only way he survives.

Three years ago, there was a deep winter with heavy snow.His code name is Scary Bird.His mission, such as his code name, is to be alert to all dangers, protect Hanshan, and ensure the completion of the mission.

The frightened bird is used to be sacrificed, because he is only one of thousands of forest birds.

Meng Shiqiu had a warm smile on his face, "I'll tell you when you're not Han Shan and I'm not Scared Bird."

But Hankou became a farewell.Zhou Shuwei hated himself as Zhou Shuwei, hated himself as Han Shan, and hated this war.

"I thought you were dead."

In the tailor shop in Baza City, Harbin, Zhou Shuwei stared at Wen Hanshen in front of him, afraid that he was just a phantom.

"Meng Shiqiu is dead. Now I am Wen Hanshen."

Zhou Shuwei's heart tightened, and he startled the bird again.

"I took the initiative this time. I don't regret it." Wen Hanshen's eyes were firm, "Don't you remember, I told you, when you are not Han Shan and I am not a frightened bird, I will tell you You and my real name. Before that, we all have to live.... I am a frightened bird, but I am not here to die. I am here to protect Hanshan, to protect you."

Zhou Shuwei smiled helplessly. The person in front of him had a stubborn heart under his gentle appearance. Whether he had passively become a consumable for the war, or now voluntarily participated in this cruel war.

"I left a soft ruler on purpose, just to let you come to me. ... Beifeng has almost prepared what you want. There are forty boxes of cotton cloth and twenty boxes of medicines."

Zhou Shuwei nodded. The purpose of his visit to Harbin this time was to transport these cotton cloths and medicines out.The battle ahead was fierce, and the Chongqing government had already bought a lot of aircraft and artillery from the Americans. However, there was a lack of medicines and supplies in the rear, and many wounded soldiers lost their lives without medical treatment.

"Recently, all checkpoints have been checked very strictly, and it is difficult to transport so many supplies." Wen Hanshen said, frowning, "Lin Shouming, the deputy director of the Local Self-Government Guidance Department, is very shrewd. Before you came, there were already three stations. They were swept away, and everyone left alive."

Zhou Shuwei took a deep breath, nodded and said, "I know. I'll figure out how to transport it. You will be your tailor, do you understand?"

Wen Han showed a warm smile, and walked towards the outer room. The moment he opened the curtain, he let go of his voice and said, "If Mr. Zhou doesn't like the previous materials, you can take a look at these."

After a while of courtesy and selection, Wen Hanshen sent Zhou Shuwei out of the tailor shop.

Baza City is still lively even at night. Boss Qian on the opposite side is counting the income of the day behind the counter facing the gate, and the assistant is there to greet and send it off.

After sending Zhou Shuwei away, Wen Hanshen exchanged pleasantries with Boss Qian's clerk, and then closed the shop.

Turned off the light in the outer room, entered the inner room and walked to the bedroom on the second floor. The moment he closed the bedroom door, Wen Hanshen sat down along the wall with no strength. Tears finally burst out of his eyes uncontrollably. He hugged his knees tightly and thought. Let yourself calm down, but the whole body is still trembling uncontrollably.

When he saw Zhou Shuwei in the Lin Mansion, he felt suffocating tension in his chest. Although he was mentally prepared, he still couldn't hold back when he saw him.

At that moment, Wen Hanshen felt that he was still a living person with feelings and sentience.

It is not an easy task to transport [-] boxes of supplies to the front line, and getting out of Harbin is the first-class difficulty.Harbin is the base camp of the Japanese in China. There is the most well-equipped Kwantung Army here. All material transactions require a pass for the Kwantung Army to guard, without exception.

A few days later, Zhou Shuwei officially visited Lin Shouming.

Both Lin Zhou and his family ate to watch the faces of Japan, so naturally they should be warmer.Zhou Shuwei persuaded his father, so he had an excuse to come to Harbin, and he was able to complete the task he really wanted to complete.

"What does Uncle Lin think of the current situation?"

After the dinner, Lin Shouming and Zhou Shuwei chatted in the study, and Zhou Shuwei asked tentatively.

Lin Shouming is an old fox who watches the food and people talk. He already knew the purpose of Zhou Shuwei's visit.

"Central Asia should prosper together, don't we all think of the same thing?"

Zhou Shuwei smiled and continued, "Uncle Lin. I'm a financial student. I don't understand politics and wars, and I don't want to understand them. All I know is to maximize profits and minimize risks."

Although Lin Shouming remained calm, Zhou Shuwei knew that he was already tempted.Lin Shouming is the deputy director of the Local Self-Government Guidance Department of the Puppet Manchuria. No matter how good he is, the ones who get the cheap rewards are his immediate superiors.

"My father often said that regardless of the country's people's livelihood, don't an official just ask for a promotion and get rich."

Lin Shouming's eyes turned, and Zhou Shuwei was secretly proud. The old devil finally took the bait, so he continued: "There is a business in front of me. I wonder if Uncle Lin is interested in playing with it."

Although Lin Shouming didn't know much about Zhou Shuwei, he knew his father very well. The cunning and experienced politician, the Minister of Finance of the Nanjing Government, had countless money in his hands. The business that their father and son said must be profitable No compensation, but why Zhou's father and son wanted him as the deputy minister this week, he was still a little puzzled.

"Nephew, I'm just a vice minister, how dare I try to push your family's business." As he spoke, Lin Shouming lit his pipe and started smoking.

"Although my father is in Shanghai, I have great admiration for Uncle Lin. Your style of dealing with things, your decisiveness in handling things, this is no match for Minister Chang, who is one step ahead of you through nepotism." Zhou Shuwei firmly He complimented Lin Shouming a bit, and saw that he was very useful, so he continued: "Business partners, you can't just look at the relationship, you have to look at the capital and ability."

That night, Zhou Shuwei and Lin Shouming talked for a long time, and Lin Shouming had probably been persuaded.

In fact, Zhou Shuwei's purpose was to get the pass of the Kwantung Army. He threw a meat bun to Lin Shouming, and at the same time, he also threw the meat bun to his father.In the era of war, there were many people who wanted to make a fortune. People like Lin Shouming and his father had connections and connections. As long as someone helped them straighten out their ideas, it would be easy for them to get hooked.

Lin Shouming, as the deputy director of the Self-Government Guidance Department, has a lot of real power in his hands. All the supplies of the Kwantung Army have to go through his hands. Except for the ordnance, no one will know that he wants to get something out of it, but he is not very popular. , the material outlets are also narrow, so he has the heart but not the strength.

Zhou Shuwei saw exactly this.The Zhou family was originally from a financial background, and Zhou's father was the Minister of Finance. Although it was a Japanese puppet, it was in the territory of the Chinese, and the Japanese had to rely on them to revitalize the economy and maintain their East Asian common prosperity.

The Lin family has supplies, and the Zhou family has connections, so it's not a matter of hit-and-miss.

Talking about Lin Shouming, half of the stone in Zhou Shuwei's heart fell. He really wanted to complete this mission as soon as possible.

You have to remember that you are Han Shan, and I also remember that I am Scared Bird.

Without the cold mountain, how can the frightened birds live and return to their nests.

At Lin Mengtang's birthday party, Colonel Matsuo from the Intelligence Department of the Kwantung Army also arrived. Matsuo had met Zhou Shuwei once in Shanghai, and it seemed a little surprising to see him again in Harbin this time.

Zhou Shuwei did not expect that he would be invited by Lin Shouming. It seems that Lin Shouming is indeed a shrewd old fox.

"Zhou Jun, why did you come to Bingcheng? Is the financial department so free?"

"Mr. Matsuo was joking. I came on special leave. Firstly, my old classmate came back to China, so I'll come and see her. Secondly, my father asked me to handle some property by the way."

Lin Shouming held the cup and watched the words and expressions from the side.

Matsuo said in broken Chinese: "Is Mr. Zhou in good health? He has worked hard for the common prosperity of our Greater East Asia. We are very grateful."

"It should." Zhou Shuwei smiled, with a completely complacent traitorous face.

Matsuo nodded in satisfaction, and asked again: "Are Nanjing and Shanghai still stable? Ice City has been in chaos for the past few years, and some speculators are trying to destroy the great situation of common prosperity in East Asia."

Zhou Shuwei frowned and sighed, "What the chief said is that my father and Mr. Wang are also very troubled by this."

"In the past six months, we have established three strongholds." Lin Shouming shook his head helplessly, "These speculators are really a headache."

"Vice Minister Lin doesn't need to worry too much, these people will be eliminated." Matsuo smiled confidently and took a sip of his wine.

Lin Mengtang didn't like dealing with the Japanese, so he found an excuse to pull Zhou Shuwei away. Zhou Shuwei felt that the arrival of Matsuo was not bad, and Lin Shouming's doubts about him had faded.

Just when he was rejoicing, a Japanese officer ran in and whispered something in Matsuo's ear. Matsuo was obviously happier than before, then said something to Lin Shouming, and turned to leave the banquet.

"Why did Mr. Matsuo leave first?"

Lin Shouming laughed triumphantly, "Just now, another site was installed, and the chief is in a hurry to go back for interrogation."

Zhou Shuwei didn't seem to care too much. Seeing that he didn't care about these things, Lin Shouming patted him on the shoulder and said, "It's hard to say in the current situation. Anyway, you still have to take care of yourself."

"Yes. My father often urged me, too."

Lin Shouming could see Lin Mengtang's thoughts on Zhou Shuwei, and he also wanted to match them up at this time. Whether it was for his daughter or for the Lin family, Zhou Shuwei was the best choice.

After the birthday party, Zhou Shuwei had already gained the trust of Lin Shouming, and they planned to transport out a batch of rice from the Kwantung Army's material warehouse. This was the opportunity Zhou Shuwei was waiting for. Those who are cautious, Zhou Shuwei must be selected as the escort. In this way, the sixty boxes of supplies can be mixed with this batch of rice, and the customs clearance will be smooth.

Before the birthday party, Wen Hanshen had already sewn the storage location of the supplies into his suit.As soon as Zhou Shuwei got Lin Shouming's pass, he immediately went to the place where the supplies were stored, and all the [-] boxes of supplies were replaced with Kwantung Army supplies boxes, so that no one would find them mixed in the rice.

After everything was ready, Zhou Shuwei left a letter at a dark spot in the joint, but after waiting for a few days, Wen Hanshen didn't reply, and he suddenly had a bad feeling in his receipt.

Zhou Shuwei went to the Lin Mansion wearing a suit made by Wen Hanshen, and said that he wanted to invite Lin Mengtang out for dinner. Lin Mengtang was naturally very happy. Just as the two were about to go out, Lin Mengtang noticed that a button was missing on his suit.

"Yo, it really fell off." Zhou Shuwei smiled as if he didn't notice it, "It's my fault, I didn't cherish the things that the third lady gave me....Why don't we stop by Mr. Wen's tailor shop to see him Is there any button there, please fit it."

As soon as these words came out, Lin Mengtang showed some embarrassment, pulled Zhou Shuwei aside, and said in a low voice: "That Mr. Wen is a secret agent in Chongqing, and he was arrested by the intelligence department of the Kwantung Army a few days ago. We were all shocked. It's terrible to think that he has come to our house."

Master Zhou Shuwei's heart sank, but he still smiled on his face, and patted Lin Mengtang comfortingly, "Be careful in the future."

For the next six or seven hours, Zhou Shuwei didn't know what he ate or listened to, his mind was full of warm and cold shadows, and his only thought was to figure out how to get him out as soon as possible.

The Intelligence Department of the Kwantung Army is not the Secret Service of the Wang puppet government, nor is it the Gendarmerie Department of the Japanese Army. It is a more terrifying place.Zhou Shuwei knew Matsuo, he was a devil through and through.

In Harbin, Zhou Shuwei's only contact person is Wen Hanshen. Except for Jing Niao, no one knows who Han Shan is, so it is too difficult for Zhou Shuwei at the moment to save people.In fact, the mission this time was originally very simple. It was just a transfer of materials, so there were very few people involved. It is impossible to pull out troops to rob people at this time, let alone the headquarters of the Kwantung Army.

"I'm here to protect Han Shan and you."

That was the sentence that Zhou Shuwei was most afraid of.He didn't come from the Military Command Secret Service. He didn't know what kind of inhuman training there was, but he had been with Wen Hanshen. Although it was only one year, it was enough to make him deeply feel the secret agent who had all his emotions and all his senses wiped out. How cruel, not only to the enemy, but also to himself.

When Zhou Shuwei was frowning, he was very surprised by Matsuo's visit, and what surprised him even more was Major Fujido in the intelligence department of the Kwantung Army. He recognized that person, the man of Qian Treasurer's house opposite Wen Hanshen's tailor shop.

After winter came, it snowed heavily in Harbin, and the torture room of the Ministry of Intelligence was terribly cold. Zhou Shuwei followed Matsuo and Fujido through the iron gates, and the smell of blood became stronger and stronger. Zhou Shuwei frowned and took out a handkerchief to cover his nose. All emotions and actions matched his identity, the eldest son of Committee Member Zhou, a highly educated financial genius.

However, the scene under a beam of cold light made him clenched his teeth instantly, with a force that almost crushed the roots of his teeth, because of the pain, the pain of the knife stabbing into his heart twisting.

Matsuo glanced sideways at Zhou Shuwei, took off his gloves, and said with a smile, "This man is a frightened bird."

After hearing this, Zhou Shuwei looked at Matsuo Mo Ming, and carefully sized up the person who was nailed to the torture chair.

Fujido stared at him, "Mr. Zhou should recognize him."

"I know it." Zhou Shuwei said frankly, "He's a tailor. I've met him in the Lin Mansion, and I've also been to his shop."

Matsuo likes people who confess, but he doesn't believe in other people's confessions, he only believes in the confessions he dug out himself, so he motioned to Fujido, and at the same time asked Zhou Shuwei to sit with him.

A basin of cold water was splashed on Wen Hanshen's face, the single clothes on his body were drenched, the cold water washed away the blood stains, Wen Hanshen's fair face became as pale as paper because of the torture, he slowly opened his eyes , The feeling of pain wakes up at the same time as regaining consciousness.

"Today, who do you want me to recognize?" Wen Han frowned deeply and smiled weakly.

"Your Chairman Wang said that it is better to kill one thousand people by mistake than to let one person go. I like this sentence very much." Matsuo said calmly: "Mr. Zhou, I hope you will understand. I brought you here today, not I want to prove that Mr. Zhou colluded with Chongqing, but to prove your innocence."

Matsuo said it sounded nice, but Zhou Shuwei knew very well that he wanted to screen all the people who had close contact with Wen Han, as he said, he would rather kill by mistake than let them go.

Zhou Shuwei showed a terrified expression, and hurriedly said, "I really only met this person twice, and it was introduced by the second wife of the Lin family."

Matsuo comforted him and patted him on the shoulder, then gave Fujido a wink, and continued: "I'm not a person who likes bloody scenes, I hope we can have a friendly talk with him. But for those who don't cooperate , I had to use some small tricks to get them to cooperate."

Wen Hanshen's hands were nailed to the armrests of the torture chair, every joint of each finger was nailed with thin nails, nails were also nailed to the insteps of both feet, the ligaments of both feet were severed, and a lot of blood flowed out. There were large and small bruises on his body, and his left ear was stained red with blood from the eardrum perforation wound.

Zhou Shuwei tried his best to restrain himself from looking at Wen Hanshen on the torture chair. He suppressed, suppressed the idea of ​​fighting Matsuo desperately, because the person who was tortured to the point of bruises was telling him with his clear eyes that their task had not yet been completed. Done, they can't all die here.

Fujido used to be a military doctor, so after entering the intelligence department, he became the head of the torture department. Compared with ordinary torture methods, he can make prisoners' lives worse than death. He picked up a rib forceps from the cart , carefully disinfected with alcohol, torture is not execution, he can't let the prisoners die, he wants to let them suffer alive.

"Mr. Zhou, do you know Hanshan?" Matsuo asked while taking advantage of Fujido's disinfection.

Zhou Shuwei was stunned for a while, then asked cautiously: "The ones from Hebei, or the ones from Suzhou?...I have been to Suzhou, but the ones from Hebei have not been lucky yet."

Matsuo coughed lightly, and Fujido walked up to Wen Hanshen, "Tell us who Han Shan is, and you won't have to suffer so much."

Wen Han took a deep look at Zhou Shuwei, smiled lightly, mocking the hypocrisy of the other party, and replied: "...Then let me tell you. He is Han Shan. The eldest son of the Zhou Shuwei of the Nanjing government is Han Shan."

The smile on Fujitang's face was revealed, and then he stabbed the rib forceps into Wen Hanshen's body, the sound of the bones being pinched by the pliers stimulated Zhou Shuwei's eardrums, and the lingering sound had not yet subsided, and a second sound came in again, as if the pliers were pinching the bone. It wasn't Wen Hanshen's rib that was broken, but Zhou Shuwei's. He tried his best to suppress the violent ups and downs of his chest. He forced himself not to look at it, but he couldn't help it at all.

Wen Han gritted his teeth deeply to endure the pain of broken bones, smiled and looked at Fujido.The pain woke him up enough that he could feel the friction between the broken bones.

The blood in his heart drained drop by drop, and Zhou Shuwei felt a bone-chilling cold. He was no longer sure what his expression was, and his reason was being swallowed by anger little by little.

"I try not to let myself die. You also have to work hard to learn to accept the death of your companion." Meng Shiqiu showed a faint smile.The moonlight like water reflects the white magnolia outside the window. In the mansion in Hankou, Meng Shiqiu instructed Zhou Shuwei.

For a moment, just for a moment, Zhou Shuwei's reason repelled his anger.He said to Matsuo in a trembling voice: "Boss, Boss, you can't believe him, I'm not, I'm really not Han Shan...My father, my father can prove that I am a student of finance, I..."

Matsuo smiled and nodded, "Mr. Zhou, don't need to panic. These speculators want to drive a wedge between us, so how can I be easily fooled."

After understanding Matsuo's words, Fujido pulled out the rib forceps and threw it aside. Wen Han coughed deeply and blood poured out from the broken bone. Fujido pulled Zhou Shuwei violently and pressed him in front of Wen Hanshen.

Looking at each other, the blood that Wen Han coughed up spattered on Zhou Shuwei's face, scorching hot.

"Han Shan...I am your frightened bird," followed by a burst of laughter resounding through the torture room.

"I don't know you. Don't talk nonsense, I don't know you!" Zhou Shuwei roared out of control, and when he turned around, his face was full of horror and uncontrollable tears.

Matsuo sent him out of the torture room. His eyes were empty and his face was pale. In Matsuo's eyes, he was a person who could never become Han Shan. Like his father, he was just a Japanese dog, a cowardly dog.And Wen Hanshen's accusation was obviously aimed at him, like a dying person trying to pull away a back.

Zhou Shuwei was completely cleared of his suspicions.

He drove the car, driving all the way, with a blank expression on his face. After returning to the mansion, he went upstairs into the room in a daze, rushed to the toilet, turned on the shower, let the sound of water cover everything, looked at himself in the mirror, and vomited violently. A mouthful of blood, after which he seemed to be able to breathe.

Han Shan, I am your frightened bird.

Zhou Shuwei understood, Wen Hanshen had already made up his mind, and he became a sacrificeable frightened bird once again.

In the eyes of the military commander, he is just one of thousands of forest birds, who can be sacrificed at any time, but in Zhou Shuwei's heart, he is his life, without him, Zhou Shuwei in this world is just a shell.

The last parting was on a snowy evening, Wen Hanshen was wearing single clothes, covered in blood, and Matsuo's car was slowly following behind him. He walked barefoot in the snow on Central Avenue as if he was being shown to the public, leaving a long trail behind him. of blood.

Zhou Shuwei drove past him, and he still had a warm and calm smile.

The ear-splitting gunshots resounded across the Songhua River in the snowy night.The military column carrying supplies left Harbin Railway Station, Zhou Shuwei held tightly